Guest Post By- Dennis Elton Stanley
Not everyone knows this about me but when I was a young man living in Memphis, I played in a rock band. We sported various names you never heard of, but I like to think we were a little more than a garage band.
For several years we played every weekend in some clubs, community centers, parties, and dances. Battle of the bands was extremely popular back then. We never won first place but were usually second or third among dozens of competing groups.
I played bass guitar and was having the time of my life with dreams of becoming a rock star. We even had a few βgroupiesβ that followed us to all our performances.
My wife Liz did not care for them (or my ego) as she labeled them a βsad bunch of girls.β (I cleaned that quote up some)
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Soon, with the responsibilities of married life, our first child on the way, and because becoming a rockstar was not working for me, I had to get an actual paying job.
Since that time, I have always worked one, or two, and occasionally three jobs. When no job was available, I created jobs and worked for myself. But the love of music has always been inside me and part of my life.
I never stopped playing guitar and Liz loved to hear me play and sing for her in the evenings.
After her passing, I stopped playing. It was the day the music died for me, which is the title of a song you may have heard.
A year or so later I began to have a recurring dream of me playing and singing with Liz sitting in her recliner crying. This would have been a normal evening for us, except for the crying.
Dreams never make sense, but I just laughed thinking maybe the dream meant I had been torturing her with my singing. I have an extensive vinyl LP collection of about 200 in number, mostly oldies, heavy on the Beatles, some are exceedingly rare. I had not spun a single LP either since the day the music died.
I had started going to church and sometimes people would go upfront, play guitar, and sing. It sounded so beautiful that I was finally motivated to pick up my guitar one evening.
The old guitar had been sitting for several years so it sounded horrible as the strings were dead. It was kinda like taking a drink of milk and then realizing it has gone sour.
Anyway, I began and have been playing again for about three years which brings me to the point of my article; All through my fifty or so years of pickinβ guitars, they have all been the cheapest ones available.
My first one was $59 I think from Sears. Recently I struggled, prayed, and came to a decision. I would finally buy myself a nice guitar.
I will not mention the brand but if you know anything about guitars, you know good ones can get awfully expensive. Could I afford it? Not really. Could the money be better spent? Of course!
When it finally arrived, I unpacked it and opened the case. It was the most beautiful guitar I had ever seen. Photos are inadequate. I was afraid to pick it up.
But after staring down at it for a long time I gently lifted it out and that is when I noticed, that even the inside of the case was magnificent. I played a familiar tune, but the sound was anything but familiar.
The notes rang out clear and pure, and they seemed to just linger forever in the air. My fingers did not even struggle to make the chords.
But before the song was over my eyes welled up and I began to cry, and then I was totally overcome.
My eyes probably watered up for the beauty and sounds of the guitar, but then there was just so much more.
My mind was suddenly reeling with the guilt of spending that much money on myself. I knew I did not play well enough to deserve such an instrument and I thought about sending it back.
Then I thought; why had I waited so long for something I loved so much? Obviously, I was very shaken up and confused but what broke my heart and made me βlose itβ was knowing that Liz would absolutely love hearing me play this wonderful and beautiful guitar.
When I regained my composure and was able to think clearly, that old dream came to mind with Liz crying in her recliner while I played guitar.
Honestly, I had not thought about it before, but those dreams had gone away about the time I began to play my old guitar three years ago. Maybe dreams sometimes do have meaning.
And maybe Lizzy really is here with me listening to our new guitar.
This happened exactly 18 hours ago as I finish this writing. It happened just as written and my reactions took me by complete surprise. I am now happy and comfortable that the new guitar was the right decision.
About Guest Authorβ Dennis Elton Stanley- He is a 69-year-old widower. Still working full-time as an engineer in healthcare. He competes in long-distance speed walking, hiking, photography, and musician, and he loves to write. βI am very busyββ as he says.
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a beautiful honest and meaningful post. Thank you.
Thank you, Faye, I really appreciate you taking time to read and comment!
Tears came to my eyes, just beautiful
Thank you so very much Daniel! It was hard to write in one respect but easy in another. If that makes sense?
What a wonderful post, truely showing your love towards music. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for reading and commenting!!
I can't express my words, this is amazing. Hope your love towards guitar always remain immortal.
Thank you for your amazing post. π
You are very welcome, and I will apparently continue my love affair with music and playing guitar! And thank you Deepak, I am humbled by your words. The word amazing has never been used to describe anything directed towards me.
Your posts are amazing Dennis, that's why I mentioned it.
Have a healthy life.
Thank you
Wonderful post and writing! I have no doubt Mom would love to hear you play your new guitar! Iβm sure she is smiling from Heaven.
Thanks Boo! I know you are right, and I wrote about it for her too.
That is so beautiful. Iβm sure Liz is listening and smiling when you play.
Thanks so much for reading and especially for your thoughtful comments Michelle.
Great writing! Iβm glad you got that beautiful guitar and I do think mom would love that youβre playing again.
Thank you, Angie. For reading and commenting and you are right she is happy!!
"Beauty is its own excuse for being." Ralph Waldo Emerson. Enjoy your beautiful guitar, Dennis! Play it for others.
Merry Christmas! <3
Thanks Cheryl. I like Emerson even more now!!
What a personal and beautiful story. i am so glad you bought this high-quality guitar so that you could experience a new level of beauty in your life β and also so that you can now share it with others. Hurrah for the mysterious power of music in our lives here on planet earth!
Thanks very much for reading and taking time to comment. It didn't make me ready for the spotlight yet, but I can trick a few into listening! LOL. Go music!
This was really beautiful and moving
Thanks, because it means a whole lot to anyone who writes when someone takes the time to comment after reading.
No more tears for Lizzy... she as resumed her position of being your groupie of one...
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Thank you very much for reading and commenting. I sincerely hope you are right!
You are welcome Dennis...
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Beautiful.
Thank you for reading and taking time to comment Anna!!
Very emotional story! My eyes were moist when I finished the reading the article.
Thank you, Veena for reading and taking time out of your day to comment. I've read it many times and cry myself each time. But it's a good cry.